Gemotions

The neon glow of the arcade seemed to pulse with a frenetic energy that jarred with Henry's mood. He listened to another man, Peter, describe their man’s latest game-winning prowess. Henry's fingers tightened around his game controller, a feeling of deep exhaustion settled in his bones.

He avoided Peter’s gaze, focusing instead on the flashing lights and the blaring sounds of the machines. The competitive atmosphere, usually exciting, felt hollow. The cheers and laughter of the other players were a distant, distorted symphony.

He let out a long sigh, the sound barely audible above the din. His shoulders slumped. He felt like his legs were encased in concrete. With a mumbled excuse, he laid down the controller, and walked away.